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jacques brel - the bulls (les taureaux) lyrics

[shawn elliott]
on sundays, the bulls get so bored
when they are asked to show off for us
there is the sun, the sand, and the arena
there are the bulls ready to bleed for us
it’s the time when grocery clerks become don juan
it’s the time when all ugly girls
turn into swans, hah
who can say of what he’s found
that bull who turns and paws the ground
and suddenly he sees himself all nude, hah
who can say of what he dreams
that bull who hears the silent screams
from the open mouths of mult-tudes

[company, spoken]
olé!

[shawn]
on sundays, the bulls get so bored
when they are asked to suffer for us
there are the picadors, and the mobs revenge
there are the toreros, and the mob kneels for us
it’s the time when grocery clerks become garcía lorca
and the girls put roses in their t–th like carmen

[company, spoken]
olé! olé! olé! tu madre! tu padre! olé!

[shawn]
on sundays, the bulls get so bored
when they are asked to drop dead for us
the sword will plunge down, and the mob will drool
the blood will pour down and turn the sand to mud

[company, spoken]
olé!

[shawn]
the moment of triumph when grocery clerks become nero
the moment of triumph when the girls scream and shout
the name of the hero, hah
and when finally they fell
did the bulls dream of some h-ll
where men and worn-out matadors still burn, hah?
or perhaps with their last breaths
would not they pardon us their deaths
knowing what we did at
[shawn]
carthage
waterloo
verdun
stalingrad
iwo jima
hiroshima
saigon! [company, spoken]
olé!
olé!
olé!
olé!
olé!
olé!

- jacques brel lyrics

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